The Devil's Depot

No map agrees on where Cinderline sits, and that's exactly how the railroad likes it. Built around a depot where the 9:15 runs straight down to Hell, this rutted, clapboard town survives on mining money, cattle money, and whatever falls off the train. Carve out a life here, human or otherwise, in a place where enough time near the rails changes a person. Work an honest trade, run with the wrong crowd, or take the railroad's coin. Just don't meet a red-ticket passenger's eyes. Cinderline doesn't care who you were. It only cares what you owe.